People often say that the cause of transmigration often comes from an accidental death.
But, do you believe it?
In any case, I don't believe it. So...
"Crackle, crackle..."
In a small dark room, a young man in his twenties was typing on a computer in front of him. The dark circles under his eyes made him look very haggard.
"Also, there are still two minutes left. It was six o'clock in the morning. There were still a hundred words left. Hurry up! Hurry up, wang Yao said. My hands, release all of your potential. My attendance cannot be ruined on the last day of this month!! "
The young man roared madly. His hands displayed one phantom after another on the keyboard.
"Secret Skill - Super Kill - Character Conversion Technique!"
The young man's lips curved into a smile. His hands, which were typing, suddenly stopped. He looked at the time at the bottom right corner of the computer. There were still 15 seconds left. Then, he looked at the number of words in the article. There were still 20 words left.
"Let's fill up the number of words first. Anyway, no one will come to read at this time of the day. After that, we can slowly change it."
The young man said expressionlessly. Then, he spent ten seconds typing up twenty letters to fill up the numbers. He clicked the upload and successfully got through.
"I'm really a genius!"
The young man proudly smiled as he praised himself.
To introduce him, this young man's profession was Internet writer. However, he didn't have much talent. He had been in this profession for several years and had written a few books. After paying the rent and other expenses, the rest of the monthly fees could only barely feed his hunger.
In order to solve this situation, he needed more income, but what could he do without talent? After thinking about it, he decided to use the last method. He did not have enough quality to make up for it. At the same time, he opened three novels and got three drafts, which greatly improved his dilemma.
However, the problem that followed was that he had to spend a lot of time and energy on writing.
"Huuu ~ Huuu ~ Huuu ~ The high-intensity workload that exceeds fifteen hours a day is still a bit too much."
His nerves relaxed from the tension, and the young man sat on the floor. He muttered.
"I've only lasted for three months, and I can still hold on. I should eat something before I take a nap. Speaking of which, I have to pay the rent again today. I'm so sad that I don't have any money left. "
The young man stood up and took out his favorite braised beef noodles from under the table, saying in a low voice.
"Let's boil some water first, then use this time to add those random words."
The young man thought happily in his heart. After the electric kettle was plugged in, he sat back down in front of the computer table.
"Hm? Why does it look so sticky?"
The young man looked at the computer screen in front of him and suddenly realized that his vision had become blurry.
"My head feels dizzy..."
The young man covered his head and his gaze gradually became unfocused.
"Bang!"
With a heavy sound, the young man fell in front of the computer, his eyes losing focus.
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Rhapsody Of The Dragon
Fantasy*In this magical fantasy world, the dragon were admired and feared by their elegant magic skills and graceful posture. But who would know as the Morden man when he had reborn into this world, he had the different situation... This is the evolution o...
